Good Person

My face is a mask
Behind it I hide
Inside this flask
Grow tears I've cried

I have never said I was innocent
I have never said I was Heaven sent

"There are so many traits that make one a good person, can you see them?"

So many things done wrong here in this life
So many things that I still try to deny
So little time left with so much to grow
So much hurt that both of us already know

My face is a mask
Behind it I lie
Inside this flask
Laid a heart that died

I have never said I come for free
I have never said my love was deep

"There are so many traits that make one a good person, can you see them in me?"

So many things gone blurred through time
So few things left untouched and white
So little honesty in all that we show
So much mess after all that we broke

My face is mask
Hiding the real
Inside of a flask
Bitterness and fear

I have never said I was good for you
I have never said we'd make it through

"There are so many traits that make one a good person, can you see them in me, still despite everything?"

I am a coward, yes it's true
Afraid of my weakness I run from you
I am dishonest, yes it's true
Afraid of loneliness I lie to you
I want to be better, no more suffering
Can you make a good person out of me?

/AN : For a while I've been asking this, inside my head, afraid of a no, and hoping for a yes..